Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
JFA,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.